Madness
A shattered mind spread to the winds
Pieces like cinders glow in the dark
Only to vanish as the dusk deepens
Drawing the dreamer deeper into it's web
A puppet controlled by unseen hands
Where your mind us a quagmire
There is no control
Drifting thoughts and scattered dreams
Haunt the shattered mind
The scars left are never healed
Even if the light is found
It may be rejected
As though another torment
Time coils, twists and bends
Making mockery of perception
And teases as sanity drips away
Following the ticks of the clock
As if the Rat-catcher is playing their tune
Only when it is accepted can we be free
The light can come if we recognize it
As more than just a fevered dream